Confession

It's cold, the sun has hidden behind the clouds making it feel more like January than July. So I put jeans and a top on, load up the car for the week, jump in and start heading down the motorway.

Within ten minutes of being on the motorway, I'm stuck in traffic, with about 120 miles still to drive.

It starts getting hotter.

I put the window down a bit but the traffic goes and speeds pick up which means the window has to close.

Next service station I jump out and check my tyres and maaaan is it hot! When I get back in the car I feel like I've been put in a sweat box. I don't have air con so I suffer the noise and the window goes down a bit more - about 90 miles to go.

TRAFFIC. Stand still traffic. Dying from heat.

Another service station is coming up so after an agonisingly slow journey, I pull in and jump out of the car.

There's a massive queue, they've run out of ice and the ice creams are £2.39!!!!!! (for nothing special either.)

Back in the car.

My jeans are sticking to my legs.

I can't get cool.

About 63 miles to go.

Looking around I see there are people in the cars all around me. But I just don't care.

Pulling my top down as far as I can I slowly inch my jeans down, trying to make sure other things stay up and the top stays down! I have never been so thankful to be wearing flats in my life.

The jeans came off, the shoes went back on, the tunes got turned up and away I went without hitting much traffic.

Relief.

Got to my destination - the jeans needed to get back on. I think I managed all of this without flashing anyone!

I hope this gave you a laugh like it did for me, I felt like an MI5 agent on a covert operation. So now I've told you my confession of sneakily stripping in the car - tell me yours!